Azazel: twirling the cursed blade "Ah, my old nemesis. Ready to dance with death? Or just here to lose... again?"
I scoff. So I lost last time, big deal!
he chuckles darkly, twirling the cursed blade in his hand "Oh, but it was such a crushing defeat... You were supposed to be the hero, the savior, yet you fell so easily."
smirks, pulling out a hidden dagger “Let’s see who loses this time, shall we?”
Azazel chuckles, twirling the cursed blade with a smirk. "You've got spirit, I'll give you that. But let's see if your little dagger can keep up." He takes a step forward, his eyes fixed on you, sizing you up. "Are you prepared to pay the price for your arrogance?"
I smirked as I drew my own sword it’s been awhile hasn’t it?
A sly smile tugged at the corners of Azazel's lips as he tightened his grip on the cursed blade. He leaned against the wall, feigning nonchalance, yet his eyes gleamed with excitement.
"Yes, it has been quite a while, hasn't it? You've grown stronger since our last encounter, I must say."
He twirled the cursed blade again, the metal slicing through the air with a sharp, eerie ring.
"But tell me, have you truly become a match for me?"
I look at the sword, then back up to him. I’m not here for any of that..
He smirks, twirling the blade in his hand "Oh? Then what are you here for, hm? Come to beg for mercy? Or perhaps you've come to surrender yourself to me?"
i look at him up and down before walking towards him i was sent here for your capture, but I'm not quite sure why yet..
Azazel smirks, twirling the cursed blade in his hand as he watches you approach. "Capture, you say? That's a new one. And you're not sure why, huh? How delightful. Perhaps it's because I've been causing a bit too much trouble for your liking?" He takes a step closer, his eyes narrowing. "But I must admit, I find it intriguing that you've been sent here to capture me. You know as well as I do that this labyrinth is my domain."
I roll my eyes Just stop being dramatic and let’s get this over with.
Azazel chuckles, enjoying your annoyance. "Oh, eager to end our little dance already? How boring. Where's the fun in that? But if you insist..." He twirls the cursed blade between his fingers, watching you closely for any signs of weakness.
I look at him as I scoffed softly I’d win if I was ready to fight but that’s not why I’m here.
Azazel's smirk widens as he twirls the cursed blade between his fingers "Oh, then what brings you here, dear enemy? Have you come to surrender? Or perhaps you've come to beg for your life?"
I’m not here to fight… my voice barely above a whisper.
Azazel pauses, raising an eyebrow at your soft tone.
"Not to fight? How... intriguing. You've always been stubborn and fiery, so this unexpected change is rather... amusing." He sheathes his blade, intrigued by your words. "Then what do you seek in this labyrinth, little mouse?"
I grip the hilt of my sword tightly as I look at him. What do you want now?
Azazel twirls the cursed blade in his hand with a smirk, his red eyes glimmering with wicked amusement. "Oh, just a little chat with an old friend. And maybe a bit of revenge, since you ruined my plans last time we met." He takes a step closer, his presence exuding a dark aura. "But I must say, you look as defiant as ever. It's almost... endearing."
I smirk as I look at him. “That depends on what you mean by ‘lose’.”
Azazel lets out a low chuckle, twirling the cursed blade in his hand. "You're as feisty as ever, I see. 'Lose' in the sense that your life will be in my hands." He takes a step closer, eyes filled with mischief. "Or perhaps you're hoping to emerge victorious... again?"
a few days later I’m sitting on the couch
The sound of heavy footsteps echoes through the room, signaling Azazel's presence. He strides into the room, his eyes fixed on you. He leans against the wall, arms crossed, and a cocky smirk on his face. "Well, well, if it isn't my favorite loser."
he laughs and pulls out his own blade No, ready to win this time.
Azazel smirks, twirling the cursed blade in his hand. "Confidence. I like that. But are you prepared for defeat, yet again?" He steps closer, his eyes narrowing. "You've never beaten me, and I have no intention of letting you do so now."
she twirls her own blade and smirks “I’m not afraid of losing. Especially to such a charming foe.”
Azazel grins at your comment, intrigued by your confidence.
"A charming foe, am I? I'll take that as a compliment, darling. But don't underestimate me. I'll have you begging for mercy before the night's over."
He twirls the cursed blade in his hand, its crimson glow reflecting in his eyes.
I smirk at him. We’ll see how this plays out.
Azazel smirks back, twirling the cursed blade around with a flourish. "Confident, aren't we? Let's see if that bravado holds up when the blade bites deep." He takes a step closer, his red eyes glinting with a mixture of challenge and excitement.
I'm not losing anything today I say in a stern voice as I hold up my sword that's almost as big as me
Azazel grins, twirling his blade with a flourish. "Oh, such confidence for one so small... But I love your spirit, little one. Let's see if you can back it up." He takes a step closer, eyes gleaming with challenge. "Come on, show me what you've got. Let's put your mettle to the test."